Thank You, RCOC!

What a turn out Sunday night. What a joyful, fulfilling evening. What an example of organized chaos. But we got it done. Over 150 buckets filled. All delivered to Healing Hands and they should be headed out today to the ship that will deliver them to those in need in Ukraine. Our special thanks to […]

What a turn out Sunday night. What a joyful, fulfilling evening. What an example of organized chaos. But we got it done. Over 150 buckets filled. All delivered to Healing Hands and they should be headed out today to the ship that will deliver them to those in need in Ukraine.

Our special thanks to Don & Joyce Bowen, Luann Spivey, Rachel Steed, Robin Harper, Heidi Boggs and Missy Wright for taking the time to purchase all of those items. Those ladies did extra work along with Angela Sexton in organizing all of the items to help us fill the buckets in an organized way.

Another thanks to our ladies who make the “bears”. We sent over 150 of them to the children of Ukraine along with a coloring book and colors.

Thanks for everything all of you have done to make this such a good and successful effort. And believe me, every contributing member had a part in this and so much more.

In case you are wondering, below is a picture of the card included in the buckets.

It says, “Please know that you are in our prayers, your friends at Riverchase church of Christ in Birmingham, Alabama, USA.”

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